He buscado por todas partes la ciudad soñada

Rilke was mistaken in asserting Christ was not devine. Maybe right in his assessment of His love for Mary. May the shape of my life come closer to His.

You think of lands you journeyed through,
of paintings and a dress once worn
by a woman you never found again.

And suddenly you know: that was enough.
You rise and there appears before you
in all its longings and hesitations
the shape of what you lived.

remembering, rainer maria rilke